Earlier, that table was empty. The food must've been placed on the table while she was asleep.

Was her kidnapper taunting her on purpose?

Or perhaps the food was poisoned?

Otherwise, why would they deliberately starve her and then place tantalizing food in front of her?

She struggled to turn her head away from the food, resisting the painful temptation.

It was a torture to her.

Who would save her from this?

In the Living room, Isaac watched her every move on the monitor.

Her lips were cracked and dry, and her face looked haggard.

He felt sorry for her and reluctantly shut the laptop in front of him

He didn't want to see her in pain anymore, so he went inside her room directly.

“W-water..." The sun was gone and the room was shrouded in darkness.

Feeling hopeless and helpless, Camila could barely make a sound.

Isaac propped her up and made her lean against him, holding a glass of water to her lips.

She greedily gulped down the water

After finishing the whole glass, she felt rejuvenated, like a dead plant that came back to life.

Isaac patted her on the back gently.

“Go back to sleep.”

Isaac had untied the rope on her limbs. She felt so much better now that she wasn't strapped down. However, she was still weak and was floating in and out of consciousness

She didn't know whether she was dreaming or not.

But she had just drunk a whole glass of water. Was she so thirsty that she dreamed about that, too?

If this was all indeed just a dream, she hoped that the dream would last forever.

"Joe..." the half-asleep Camila muttered softly.

Maybe she missed her baby so much that she suddenly dreamt about him. Her voice was so low that Isaac almost didn't hear her.

“Baby, I'm so sorry..." A single tear rolled down her cheek